a poem in my pocket

I’ve given my body

to my children as

a living inheritance

of primal sustenance

vital to ensure their

childhood survival;

for life education and

milestone celebration.

A woman’s body

amazes, astounds

envelopes, nurtures,

stretches elastic

grows softly round

with love surrounds

heartbeat pounds.

They left their marks

indelible, incredible

creases, sags, bags

every gray hair is

strand of costly

(and mostly, yes)

sweet memories

rooted in the heart.

Linking to Grace’s prompt to write “body” poems at dVerse poets pub today…

A quadrille of 44 words offered to you and shared with fellow poets at the dVerse pub

come taste and see
we drink to remember
his blood poured out for us

crushed like heavy grapes
stomped in garden winepress
he drinks bitter cup of betrayal

like first disciples
we wonder, amazed
by life blood we’re clean?

divinest wine lifts sin’s bloodstains!

At dawn on the first day of the week, a woman…

neighbor’s rooster crows

for easter sunrise service

peace on cattle yard

Violence does not begin with guns; it begins with hate and anger.

After posting, I read this and want to share it:

https://examplewordpresscom62751.wordpress.com/2021/03/15/the-good-the-bad-and-the-usually-hidden/ 

This being human is
a complicated 10,000
piece jigsaw puzzle
without the box lid.
(i think God keeps
everybody’s box lid,
with their name on it)

A uniquely beautiful
mosaic of color and
movement arranged
in confusing circular
shape (no straight
edges for rounded
personal puzzle).

At times, we feel
urgent motivation
to build our life; at
other times, weary
of the effort, we
pause our puzzling
to get a drink or
take needed nap.

We may beg God
to show us the
picture on box lid
but he just smiles
mysteriously and
finds the next piece
we were looking for,
which fits exactly.

When our puzzle
is finally finished,
love’s glue holds
pieces permanently
together and our
completed puzzles
hang side-by-side
on God’s gallery wall.

Kim challenges us at dVerse poets pub to write a metaphor beginning with, “This being human is…”

Dear America,

You’re beyond blessed… land of free
home of brave, amazing experiment in liberty
declare all men created equal under constitutional law
protect our individual rights to live as we believe (or not)

Prosperity and propaganda spoil our posterity
too easily offended, we cannot stomach free speech
whiners win, embrace victimhood and accentuate racism
riots stoked by radicals on both marxist left/anarchist right

Our family foundation fractures as men refuse to
behave like men, women choose not to be womanly,
vulnerable children are aborted, abused, abandoned
all sexual objectification is slavery, not empowerment

Devoid of civic duty, common sense or decency,
how long til woke culture truly awakens to let truth of
biological, sociological, logical facts inform feelings?

Will our society dismantle itself, brick by brick?
or can we re-imagine real ideals of american dream?
will we re-unite as one privileged and humbled nation
of natives, immigrants, and refugees under God?

Sincerely,
Citizen Hope